My Mood is Lifting–HALLELUJAH!

My mood has lifted noticeably the past few days.

 

I suppose it’s because I drove to Westport with friends for a day this week and then took in a movie (ROCKETMAN–which I highly recommend!) on another day…and I haven’t been on Facebook as much to see what’s being done to our country by the Orange Menace and his minions (and to a lesser extent by the DNC which is myopic and almost equally indentured to oligarchs, plutocrats and corporations). My cold is also finally taking a hike, so I just plain feel better all the way around.

 

It’s a good feeling. I’m going to see what I can do to maintain it.

 

It hasn’t been easy since the election in 2016. It has been a kick in the gut to discover how little we’ve progressed in so many areas since I arrived on the planet 68 years ago.

 

I’m with Mark Twain, who said toward the end of this life, “People call me a pessimist in my old age, but I’m not. I am an optimist who did not arrive.”

 

Boy howdy, no truer words were ever spoken.

 

I do what I can to resist, to protest, and to wake people up, but so many of them aren’t wake-able that it can seem like a lost cause. But we must never accept that and stop trying.

 

That said, I DO need to do something other than work, protest and resist, because when I do that 24/7/365 I get worn out.

 

I need to focus on aspects of life that keep me active and smiling…

 

• Pickleball
• Wallyball
• Trips to fun plans
• Great movies with happy endings
• Good friends
• Outdoor barbecues
• Pets
• Reading insightful, uplifting books
• Writing this blog (and the others I’ve been neglecting)

 

You get the idea!

 

Life is too short (it may be too short for everyone on  the planet, not just me, if the scientists are right and we’re on a collision course with extinction, which the powers that be seem to be deaf to hearing in time to pull us out of the tailspin we’re in) to sit and stew and agonize over our impending fate.

 

After all, if this is all the time we have left, we may as well find ways to enjoy it (without hastening our self-destruction, that is)…

 

Maybe I need to retire entirely from the wars and just concentrate on the things I love most: writing, relating, enjoying, and appreciating what we still have, instead of on the flip side, because the flip side is discouraging as hell (and equally inimical to humans and animals alike).

 

Although it appears I’m suggesting behaving like Sally Bowles in Cabaret–wishing to dance and sing and enjoy life at all costs even as the world around me descends into madness–I’m not, really.  I just need to balance it out so I’m not destroyed by what’s happening until it gets us all in what may be less than my remaining time on earth.

 

If that isn’t a scary thought, I don’t know what is. I’m just so glad I never had kids. I would hate to see what they and their kids would have to look forward to, since too few people in power give a damn about anything other than their own avarice.

 

I cried this week for the first time a very long time. Over it all!  I think that’s what finally put me on the road to recovery.

 

I needed to cry.

 

We all do!

 

And then we need to elect to LIVE for as long as that’s possible. Really live. Love. Laugh. Go places. Feel the grass under our feet.

 

Being alive is a luxury we shouldn’t be taking for granted, especially now.

 

We may be among the last generations to experience the thrill of living, but we have to consciously look for it and embrace it, instead of obsessing over the shitty-ness of other people’s greed, rapacity and shortsightedness.

 

So don’t go for the gold. Go for the zest!!!